Father Daughter Mga Nobela at Kwento

not "Dad." "She is an adult now," Daniel said, shrugging. "She realizes now that mistakes happen. The choices I made back then... they can happen to anyone. Even to her." The words were like poison. He was justifying himself to our daughter. He was making his betrayal sound normal, acceptable. "Like father, like daughter," I said quietly, the truth of it making me feel sick.

There must be something? I look at my men, but it is my father who speaks up. 'He has a daughter.' He says softly. 'Sure and ain't she a pretty little thing.' I look up at my Pa. 'Daughter?' 'His Achilles heel. His only child, his pride and joy. Her mother died giving birth to her.' 'How old is she?'

“For all of you. Always.” Like mother, like daughter. Except this time, the daughter has an Alpha, a Beta, and reasons to keep standing.

she paused, "sometimes he doesn't even like that you're his daughter." Her daughter looked at her with confusion and sadness in her eyes. "But why doesn't he like me? Why doesn't he want me to be his daughter?" Chelsea took another deep breath, tears stinging her eyes. "I don't know, baby. I don't. But what I do know is that no matter what Daddy thinks or does, I will always love you and be here for you. Always." She took her daughter's small hand in hers, holding it tightly. "You are my pride and joy, my little angel. I will do anything to make you proud of me, even if Daddy rejects me later, I will always love you, and nothing can ever change that."

“You had a daughter, right? You’ll know once you realize that no man is enough for your daughter except the one you chose for her.” Daemon froze in his spot at the mention of his daughter. How did he know?! His father-in-law stood up. “I’m serious, Daemon. If you really care for her just like what you’re telling me now, then return her to her true family. My daughter has no future with you.”

Oh well, it seemed her daughter impression of such a father was really too bad for her daughter to not even be calling to call that man a ‘father’. Amorfia finally truly smiled, and sighs in relief. It seemed, she does not need to feel uneasy at all that her daughter would like her dads when they finally meet. It was her daughter after all, the daughter who took on everything, every gene of hers, not letting any genes from her fathers, taint anything on her body. “Yeah. It was that person,” Amorfia honestly answered with a smile as she crouched down. Kate frowned, pinching her chubby cheeks softly, a habit she formed when she suddenly went to have some deep thoughts she needed a lot of time

He stopped acting like my father a long time ago. " David, how can she speak about our daughter like this?!" Julia cried. My father got up." You would say no such thing about my daughter!"He thundered and slapped me across the cheek.

he weakly said and kissed Daeshaia on her head, I bit my lower lip from the scene I’m looking at. Tears started forming onto my eyes again when I saw how happy my baby is. “I love you, daddy! I love you!” my daughter said, tears started dripping from her cheeks as well. She had always been longing for a father figure and now, she was able to see him in person. Daevon carefully broke from their hug for a moment and wiped off the tears in her eyes before giving her a kiss on the forehead.

There was no new addition to the house, it was simple yet modern. "What are you doing here." My aged father asked me, he had more white hairs on his head and more wrinkles covered his brown face. "I'm sorry father." Was all I could say. "And who is this child hiding behind you." I guided my daughter to face my father, her grandfather. "She is my daughter's dad." "When did you get married." He said eyeing me. "I'm not a married father." I was already feeling uncomfortable with my father's interrogations. He had not even looked at Sarah.

My father saw me as the fountain of youth. I was the only daughter who had the ability to heal. "Make me proud, my daughter," my father stated in a low, gruff voice. His powerful aura as the ruler of kingdoms couldn't be denied. It was emitting through his stance, his expression, and his dress. "Show the moon god your exquisite offering." "Yes, father," I answered and dipped my head again. Before I turned around, I spotted an older woman sitting not far away from my sisters. I felt a strong connection with her that instant.